The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-19
NORA OF THE ADIRONDACKS.
BY ANNE E. ELLIS.
AUTHOR OF ''THEM WOMEN" ETC.
CHAPTER I.


"Geel ha! g'lang, ye lazy brutes" said
Timothy Tideout, as he goaded on the sleepy
oxen that tugged and pulled the wagon load
of lumber along the dusty roads.
Now almost stopping as if indisposed to
go flirther-then starting forward with a
rush, while Timmy urged and lashed, then
wiped the perspiration from his face and
neck with his huge handkerchief
"Whew! This here's the hottest day
ever did see! I'll be glad when these dog
DAYS be over 1t it wasn't fur Nora I'd give
up and rest spell, but she's tuck sich a
powerful notion of larnin' that haint got
the heart to disappoint her,"
So saying, Timny urged on the steers,
whistling merry tune and between whiles
putting an immense quid of tobacco in his
mouth by way of comfort.
How he managed to get the huge piece in
his mouth was a mystery. That cavity did
not look SO large, but it certainly did hold
an enormous quantity of ''pig tail" and
Tinn1y evidently found an enormous amount
of solace therein.
A man on horseback was now seen in the
distance, and Jimmy stopped his whistling
and looked up in wonder as he saw he was
astranger in those parts.
The equestrian approached and his whole
bearing gave evidence of a gentleman of
education and apparent wealth, while his
hands, which were ungloved, were white and
delicate as if unused to labor.
The stranger rode up to Timmy and, lift
ing his hat and with smiling countenance,
said:
''Friend, will you be kind enough. to tell
me how far it is to the nearest inn"
"Wall, it be a, matter of twenty mile ter
one as is wuth goin' ter. There be place in
the woods as keeps travellers sometimes, but
it do be said folks as goes there sometimes
don't come away Barney as keeps 1T is q
strange, sneekin' sort of fellow, and folks
is l1eerful not to go through the woods arter
nightfall" p" replied Timmy.
''Is there any place near where could get
nights lodgingi Ny horse is too tired to
go much further queried the stranger.
''You might stop with us, stranger. We
hain't no great 'comnodations fur big bugs
like you, but guess yen find things clean
and wholesome, and We needn't be afeerd to
take out that there watch of your'n fur fear
yer brains III be dashed out ter git it.
Thanks, stranger. | will accept your
kind offer and be grateful for it, replied the
gentleman.
The traveller turned his horse and rode on
by the side of Timmy, with difficulty keep
ing his mettlesome horse to the pace Of the
slow oxen.
The stranger was tall, well-built young
man, with black hair and dark gray eyes,
which orbs, shaded by their black lashes
and overhung with the finely-arched black
hrows, looked at times as if they were dark
hued also While the broad, open brow and
tinely-cut mouth. uncovered by moustache,
betokened gentle breeding and honesty. His
dress was soiled with heat and travel, but
was put on with care and neatnesS.
The two travelled on in silence until Tim
my's curiosity overCame him.
Travelled much in these here parts,
strangers"
Not much" was the reply.
"Purty country, | calkelate."
Eyes, very beautiful. bad no idea
America could boast of such scenery. /
think it wonld be to my advantage TO stoI,
awhile and take some views" responded
the stranger, gazing around him admir-
ingly.
"You be one Of them picter takers, be ye,
that we reads aboutf queried Timmy, look
ing at the stranger in astonishnent.
'Yes, do something in that line" an
swered the stranger with an amused smile.
"Wall, reckon ye kin find sonlethin
purity among these Adyrondacks. am Of
the opinion that there hain't no purifier
country III these here States" exclaimed
Timnly, with burst of enthusiasm.
Grand! sublimel" echoed the young man
as magnificent landscape presented itself
to his artists eyes from gap in the shrub
berry Of the mout lin road which they were
traversing.'
"Nola II he sot up now! She hez fancy
fur pictcr paintin' tool" cried Timmy, JOY
fully.
And who is Nora, .I,aay ! ask"
Mora $ nv dartet4 The old woman and
me never he'd no time fur nuthin' but hard
work but Nora, the only child as lived, she
took to book larnin' and music. He ought
ter hear her sing, stranger! Sine DO sing
more like bird nor anything 1 ever did
hcarm cried Tinmy, with a burst of enthu.
sasln, the love light shining in his honest
eyes as be recomted the accomplishments oi
his darling
The stranger smiled pleasantly, and the
strong, handsome aristocratic face showed
the interest~hc felt in this flower OF The
wilderness. =.
''You say your daughter drawsp asked
he.
Eyes she makes some purity picters fol
one ms hez never been lairt. 1t frets the
old woman because she don't keer TO work
She doNfy to help but il don't come nat
eral, so tells ma'aIn to let her alone; Iui
I'm afeerd she don't belong to us; she he tot
like a picter herself. and nla'anl and n'
mover was hnn'some."
The strangers interest grew as he heard
the proud fathers account of his daughter
and he could scarcely wait 10 see what man
ner Of prodigy this wild mountain country
could contain He fully expected TO see :
large buxom lass with loud voice singing
love dittics and wild songs and whose liter
aturc consisted of unimaginable love stories
und romances.
They now approached the mouse, ana "
the stranger surveyed tie old ruin with 1t